All My Trials

Chapter 1

My hands fly across the piano in the climax of Prelude in C. I smile as my fingers gently jump across the keys. My eyes close as I listen to each note play. The new ivory keys make a soft twinkling sound. I finish the song with a sigh.

"NO!" The peace of the last chord is shattered by Ms. Delarosa's nasally voice shrill. "No! Not enough prrrrressure on the keys!" I sigh. She may be my piano teacher, and I know she's only trying to help me get better, but sometimes she can get really annoying. I tuck stray strands of my silky blonde hair behind my ears.

"Yes, Ms. Delarosa." I reply, rolling my eyes behind her back.

"Do eet again." She snaps. She has this really funny accent that doesn't really belong anywhere in the world. I think she's trying to fake a Russian accent. And failing miserably.

I set my hands on the piano keys and they seem to start moving of their own accord. They put more pressure on the keys and I know that Ms. Delarosa will like it, but I think it sounds strange. At the concert, I'll probably do it my way. The song comes to a jarring halt as I bang the last note, even though the song isn't supposed to be played this way.

Already? Wow.

"Betterrrrrrrr." She says. "But not perrrrrfect. Your time ees up. Git out." I stand up, gathering my things and do my best NOT to run out of the room. After stepping outside into the busy traffic of New York, I turn right and walk down the block until I get to Mima's Ice Cream Parlor, opening the door. The bell rings but no one hears it over the bustle of the place. I duck under the counter and throw my stuff in back, then grab an apron and go up to the cash register.

"Your shift is over, Sally." I say to the girl at the register. She rings up one last customer, then I take over.

"Thanks, Cosette!" Sally cries over her shoulder.

"No problem." I say back before returning to the customers. I zoom through the people going as fast as I can. Finally, there are only three people left in line.

"Chocolate Chip Cookie dough. Fast." The customer says. Her New Jersey accent is blatantly obvious. I turn to Destiny.

"CCCD." I tell her.

She scoops it up and plops it in a cone. I collect the money and give the customer the ice cream and their change.

"There you go!" I say with a smile. "Have a lovely day."

The customer snorts. "Yeah, that'll happen." I brush off her comment. She's just like any other busy New Yorker. She walks out the door and the next order goes by without any events.

The third person is wearing a ski mask. It's cold outside, but not that cold. But who am I to judge? The person rests his arm on the counter.

"Give me the money." He says, his voice gruff. I blink.

"What?" I snap.

He grunts. "You're being robbed. Give me the money." My eyes widen and I look at Destiny. This wasn't in my schedule for today...
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Hey guys!!
First things first, this book is UNDER HEAVY EDITING because I wrote this last year and my writing was nit nearly as descriptive as I'd like it to be. On the other hand...
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Rosie